I'm really struggling with this heat lately.
On Sunday, after the Queens Half, I tried to pick up where I left off and do my long run. My sister/coach was telling me to truncate my scheduled 14m and only do 10, and she was telling me to run/walk - whatever I needed to do to get over the miles. "Ha ha ha!" I thought. "Run/walk! As if!" Well, two miles in and I had already switched to a run/walk. Another mile or so in and I ran (literally, get it? ha ha ha) into a friend on the path, and seeing him shamed me into running slightly more - barely. We were running opposite directions on the outer loop of Central Park, meaning that I then ran into him again on the other side of the park. At that point I was basically crawling... and it didn't get better from there.
I know some of this just is what it is. This is shaping up to be NYC's hottest July on record, period, at 6 degrees warmer than average. But why am I not acclimating to it? There are things I could do better: get more sleep, go out and run earlier, try harder (I do go easy on myself often). And I have upped my mileage, or at least been more consistent with my mileage, the past few weeks. But I'm still irritated by it. I hate how hard I'm struggling and how much it's messing with my goals. My runs are more often miserable than good and when I'm not running, I'm sleeping or thinking about sleeping.
If you have any suggestions for me, I'd love to hear them. Otherwise, I leave you with an amusing commercial you may have seen before. Perhaps I should try this in the heat? (No actual nudity as all the important parts are blurred, but possibly NSFW if you work in a conservative environment.)
On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"